Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 690

Guo Dong was looking forward to it in her heart—she was amazed at the medicinal effect of the golden cherry seed every time she combined it.

Now I am also looking forward to this wormwood.

If not, she has practiced medicine for many years, and it's not like she doesn't know the kind of old-fashioned moxa, so why would she want to try new moxa this time?

No, when Old Song's family was about to put away the wormwood in the evening, Guo Dong also followed. At the same time, he asked Song Sancheng who was working:

Uncle, if you are free, can you cut down a thinner bamboo? "

She gestured: "—it's just this wide, I only need one section, and it will be used to fill Ai Zhu tomorrow."

The stuffed machines in other factories can make them quickly and neatly, but their quantities are small, so they can do what they can.

The sun had already set at this moment, and it was just a matter of chopping down a bamboo, which was not difficult at all.

Song Sancheng immediately dropped the rake in his hand, turned around and went into the house to get the machete: "Okay, how thick do you want, come with me to have a look."

And here, Song Tan also humbly asked for advice:

"Doctor Guo, look, is it okay to get exposed to this degree?"

If it is around the Dragon Boat Festival, the wormwood will have to dry for at least two days.

But in today's weather, I cut it back yesterday and spread it out to dry all night, and spread it out to dry early in the morning. After such a day and night, the leaves are almost brittle to the touch.

Guo Dong was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to smell the strong lingering fragrance left after pinching the wormwood just now:

"Basically, it will work. But tonight, there is definitely no time to rub the moxa. If you have time, you can scrape off all the leaves first."

Zhang Yanping leaned over and took a look:

"You want to pluck the leaves? Then why do you pluck the leaves when they are not in the sun?"

Isn't that faster?

"Or just pick the leaves...isn't that okay?"

The roots of the wormwood are straight, and the stems are not the conventional cylindrical shape of plants, but have some edges and corners. Putting on gloves and stroked one pole after another in the wormwood field, the efficiency is not much worse than this, right?

"That can't be exposed!"

Ulan really hates iron but not steel.

Can her nephew find a partner in this life?

She is quite shrewd at ordinary times, so why doesn't she act nicely in front of Dr. Guo? The leaves have been brushed down ahead of time, and now the wind is so strong, how are you going to dry them?

What's more, the temperature is so high, and there is no moisture in the pole to buffer it. When the time comes, the leaves will be scorched inadvertently, and they will be dry and broken when pressed with your hands-how can you beat moxa?

Zhang Yanping felt wronged.

He always felt that when he came back this time, his aunt was not as kind and patient with him as before.

Why?

Is there such a big difference between a nephew with a partner and a nephew without a partner?

...

Song Sancheng came in with a piece of emerald green bamboo, and with three strokes of the machete, he chopped off all the twigs and forks.

Then according to Guo Dong's request, I selected two sections, one thick and one thin, and then tried to fit the thin section into the thick section——

Just right! Perfect fit!

He looked at it with satisfaction, and did not forget to mutter: "It's quite troublesome to make Ai Zhu by yourself..."

At the same time, he said: "Tan Tan, when this winter or next spring begins, why don't you dig more bamboo shoots? The bamboo grows too densely, and it's full of thin bamboo shoots. If it's crowded, it won't grow big at all."

In fact, quite a few have been sold this spring. However, the bamboo forest is close to home, so there is always some preferential treatment...

Song Tan nodded: "OK."

"However, there are fewer selling points this year. Seventh Cousin said more pickled sour bamboo shoots and sun-dried bamboo shoots."

"It's fine." Song Sancheng didn't care about that. Anyway, he has been farming and planting all his life, so he didn't care about it from planting to harvesting? It's not as much money as it is now!

It can be seen that some things have to be handed over to young people.

…

Early the next morning, Ulan had just finished breakfast and cleaned up the yard when she saw several men and women from the village who had no work for the time being come to her house.

She wondered, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Hong, who was the leader, laughed:

"Your family's mugwort, I'm afraid that everyone in our village will get a little bit of glory... It's useless to cut the mugwort, and if you don't come to help with the moxa, it's shameful!"

It's not that they are lazy and don't cut it themselves, it's because some people have already cut off the fragments of wormwood and sold them before the Dragon Boat Festival.

Although there are many mountains here, there may be places where wormwood grows, but there are really not many places at this time of year.

It happens to be in the Songtan field, where everything grows shiny and green—but then again, tens of millions of dollars have been spent in it, and the professor still goes up and down the mountain every day to give guidance, so it’s no wonder it’s not good!

No, I saw them going up the mountain again early in the morning.

Ulan laughed:

"Look at what you said, why didn't you help me when I dug the tea mountain?"

"Can it be the same?" Everyone chatted, the atmosphere was very casual: "Digging the tea mountain is hard work, and it's hard work. I really can't bear it today."

But even if many of them don't know how to rub moxa, it sounds simple.

At this moment, I saw Ulan re-pile the wormwood collected last night in the yard, and everyone followed her example, moved a bench and sat next to the big dustpan.

Song Tan went into the warehouse and found a pile of gloves: "Auntie, put on your gloves, and you have to scrape off the leaves first, so as not to scratch your hands."

"Oh, look at Tan Tan who is white and tender, how do you know that we are calloused and old?"

They were joking, but everyone didn't refuse. Wearing gloves, they pinched the sun-dried wormwood at the top, [hiss] and stroked it down!

The dry leaves fell into the dustpan with thin stems and veins, and when the bare and straight stems were placed aside, a strong fragrance of wormwood was released in an instant——

It smells so good!

Coincidentally, Master Qian, who came down from the mountain, smelled this fragrance, and he couldn't help exhorting:

"Don't throw away the pole, when it's autumn, make an ai xiangju rice to eat!"

Hearing this was something new, Song Tan responded immediately! On one side, Jojo was also arranged:

"Qiao Qiao, tie up the small bundles later!"

Seeing that Qiao Qiao agreed, she didn't stay idle, and moved a smaller bench.

In front of him was an all-purpose thick plastic sheet, and in his hand was an old old mallet that he dug out of his grandfather's house overnight, and was even laughed at by his grandmother——

"When I was young, I used to beat clothes with this mallet. It's good for you. The washing machine has been used for many years, and I'm doing this job again."

Song Tan laughed and laughed:

"Grandma, don't laugh! I beat out the moxa back here, and I must ask Dr. Guo to help moxibustion your old cold legs."

People of their generation planted rice seedlings when they were young, and the damp and cold were really heavy. Now that I am older, don't look silent, in fact, the joints seem to be rusted when walking, and I have suffered a lot.

Grandma was moved by these words:

"You little arms and legs, how can you be strong? I'll beat you for you!"

While speaking, she selectively forgot Song Tan's inadvertent great strength on weekdays.

Many local methods in the countryside are sometimes not so particular. Like the moxa velvet described in this chapter, many people rub it twice with their hands, and even the pole is rolled into a roll.

Everyone just read the story—in fact, no one in the countryside is doing AI anymore.

Good night!